Naruto One-shots

How Pathetic

Summary: It was never meant to be and it would probably never happen. She was just one in a hundred girls...but she would always be there for him if he needed it. (Nearly every girl used to like Sasuke. Only one of them ever got him. She is not that one.) Civilian!OC, OC-centric, One-shot

[This is not the best one I have written, but I wanted to write a realistic SasukexOC fic]

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The first time Naomi saw him was at night. It was a moonless night, and lightning flashed on the horizon, announcing the thunderstorm that was to come. She was working at her family's restaurant, the Crystal Field. There was one other person there, a woman by the name of Nihami if she remembered correctly. Naomi's mother was out of town and her father had gone out to get some extra supplies, leaving her alone to run the shop.

"Uh...excuse me, Waitress-san?"

Naomi looked up from the sink where she was washing some spoons. "Yes?"

"Can I have some coffee?" Nihami(?) asked.

Naomi smiled warmly. "Of course. And my name's Naomi." She handed Nihami a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Naomi-san."

"You're welcome."

That's when the bell at the front door chimed, signaling that somebody had come in. A smile pasted on, she turned to the new arrival and said, "Welcome to the Crystal Field! You can sit anywhere you like and I'll take your order when you're ready!"

"Maa...we're actually going to get take-out, Waitress-san."

Naomi blinked as her mind actually registered who was standing in front of her. There were four of them, three around her age and a man that must have been in his late twenties. All four of them wore a Konoha headband. The man was the one who had spoken.

Composing herself (her father had told her to treat every guest the same, no matter their occupation or their appearance), she said, "Of course! I'll go get you a menu! And please call me Naomi-san."

A small rumble made its way through the room. Naomi paused. "Has the storm already gotten that close? It's not even raining outside..."

One of the three kids laughed sheepishly. "A-Actually, that was my stomach..."

The one with the pink hair sighed. "Naruto, where are your manners?"

"He probably left them outside. We can't have Naruto-kun bringing manners into a restaurant, now can we?" The oldest one said. The blond one, Naruto ("He's dangerous, Naomi-chan, you should stay away from him!"), let out an indignant screech.

Naomi giggled as she got four take-out menus. Why would Father tell me to stay away from him? He seems so harmless!

She then handed each one a menu. First the oldest, who thanked her absentmindedly, next Naruto, who snatched it up with loud exclamations of gratitude, the pink-haired one, who gave her a soft smile, and finally the dark-haired one. It was only as she handed a menu to him that she figured out who he was. Sasuke Uchiha. The Last Uchiha.

Sasuke nodded in acknowledgment but didn't actually meet her eyes. He took the menu and started looking over it. Unconsciously, a light blush made its way onto Naomi's face.

Suddenly, the pink-haired one's eyes snapped over to her. Naomi tensed slightly as the cold green orbs scanned over her, assessing her. Finally, the pink-haired one gained a satisfied look and turned away. Naomi gripped her dress, her hand shaking. She had seen that look before. She herself had given it to countless others who she found threatening her status as best-dressed in this section of the village. That look said, Not a threat.